Chapter 3!
Standing Right In Front Of You, Chapter 3/?
Author: evilwillowgirl
Pairing: The yummiest of the yummy, CAKE.
Disclaimer: I bought them on Ebay. And then I woke up.
Summary: Blake has doubts.
Rating: PG-13, I guess?
Feedback is ♥ , especially since this is un-beta'ed.
It seemed as though they were rooted to that spot for hours. Losing themselves in each other. But, all good things must come to an end, and Blake pulled away.
"I...um. I'm not sure where that came from. Did I just really fuck up?" His voice was small and frightened as he looked at Chris.
Chris smiled and took Blake's hand."No, B. I...um. I've been kind of...wanting to do that for a long time, so...."
Blake grinned hugely, intertwining his fingers with Chris'. "Me too, man. But...I just didn't think you felt the same way."
This time it was Chris who leaned in for the kiss, softly touching his lips to Blake's.
"I definetly do. Now, what do you say we go back to the hotel before the fans figure out where we've gone?"
"Deal."
~*~
The next morning, Blake woke up in a strange bed. Disoriented and groggy, he had a moment of "What the fuck..." until he saw Chris Richardson sleeping next to him.
Sighing happily, he crawled silently out of the bed and made his way to the bathroom. He showered and shaved and brushed his teeth, thinking about the amazingness of last night. And then the insecurity started to take over. It's not like last time. Chris is not Brian. He would never hurt you. You deserve this. Stop doubting.
Blake had been in one other relationship with a guy. He thought Brian was the love of his life, his everything. If it hadn't been for Brian, Blake mused, he might not even be doing American Idol. He had encouraged Blake's music, his creativity, his imagination, more than almost anybody else in Blake's life. And then, 3 years into the relationship, Blake had caught him at the club, making out with some drag queen in a red dress. Hidden away in a corner, like a dirty little secret. Blake remembered the feeling of watching them. It felt like all the air had gone out of the room, out of his lungs, out of his life. He had flown at Brian, screaming obscenities and crying while trying to hit every inch of him he could reach. The drag queen, who went by the so very unique name of Divine, tried to pull Blake off of the larger man. "What are you doing, you little freak? Do I know you?"
Blake stopped, turning to face Divine.
"You mean you have no idea who I am?" Divine shook his head, confusion etched in his features. "I'm...or, well, I thought I was, Brian's boyfriend."
Divine was shocked. He had had no idea. "Really? All these months, Brian...I thought we were meant to be." Divine stood, threw his drink in Brian's face, and walked away.
Blake turned to walk away, livid from head to toe. "Blake...Bshorty...wait. I can explain." Brian tried to grab his hand, his expression pleading.
"Brian, there is nothing you could possibly say that would make this alright. Now, I'm going to go home. I never want to see your face or hear from you ever again. Thanks for 3 years of lies." And he walked away.
And Brian never had tried to contact him again. From snippets of gossip Blake had heard, Brian was now living in a trailer park in the bad part of Seattle, with a bad meth habit and an even worse habit of one night stands with male prostitutes. Living well had been Blake's best revenge.
The sound of Chris clearing his throat behind him snapped Blake out of his reverie.
"You alright, man? You look...like someone stepped on your puppy." He stepped toward him, wrapping his arms around Blake's waist.
"Yeah, I'm alright. Just...walking down a not so pleasant memory lane." He spun around, kissing Chris lightly on the lips.
"Oh? Something I need to know about?" Chris arched his eyebrows, concerned now.
Blake squirmed, suddenly uncomfortable. He hadn't really intended to tell Chris about Brian, but he supposed he had to now.
"Well...um. See. I was with this guy, his name was Brian...for like, 3 years. We broke up in 2005. I caught him making out with some drag queen. Apparently they had been fucking around behind my back for a few months, and this guy had no idea I even existed. It...um, well it kind of broke me. For a long time. I even tried to pretend I was straight after that, dating girls and shit, yknow? I mean, this really fucked me up. And then I met you and all of a sudden I felt like I didn't have to pretend anymore...like I had found somebody who would never do that to me." He cast his eyes downward, embarrassed at his candidness.
Chris ran a hand down Blake's jaw line, his fingers caressing his face. "I would never do anything to hurt you, Blake. You're my best friend. This...us...it's all new to me. I've never felt like this about a guy before. I don't think I've even ever felt like this about a girl, before. And I...shit, I don't know. Just know I'm not Brian, ok? I'm Chris. Your Chris."
Blake smiled, reaching his hand behind Chris' head to pull him down for a kiss. "And I'm your Blake."
Author: evilwillowgirl
Pairing: The yummiest of the yummy, CAKE.
Disclaimer: I bought them on Ebay. And then I woke up.
Summary: Blake has doubts.
Rating: PG-13, I guess?
Feedback is ♥ , especially since this is un-beta'ed.
It seemed as though they were rooted to that spot for hours. Losing themselves in each other. But, all good things must come to an end, and Blake pulled away.
"I...um. I'm not sure where that came from. Did I just really fuck up?" His voice was small and frightened as he looked at Chris.
Chris smiled and took Blake's hand."No, B. I...um. I've been kind of...wanting to do that for a long time, so...."
Blake grinned hugely, intertwining his fingers with Chris'. "Me too, man. But...I just didn't think you felt the same way."
This time it was Chris who leaned in for the kiss, softly touching his lips to Blake's.
"I definetly do. Now, what do you say we go back to the hotel before the fans figure out where we've gone?"
"Deal."
~*~
The next morning, Blake woke up in a strange bed. Disoriented and groggy, he had a moment of "What the fuck..." until he saw Chris Richardson sleeping next to him.
Sighing happily, he crawled silently out of the bed and made his way to the bathroom. He showered and shaved and brushed his teeth, thinking about the amazingness of last night. And then the insecurity started to take over. It's not like last time. Chris is not Brian. He would never hurt you. You deserve this. Stop doubting.
Blake had been in one other relationship with a guy. He thought Brian was the love of his life, his everything. If it hadn't been for Brian, Blake mused, he might not even be doing American Idol. He had encouraged Blake's music, his creativity, his imagination, more than almost anybody else in Blake's life. And then, 3 years into the relationship, Blake had caught him at the club, making out with some drag queen in a red dress. Hidden away in a corner, like a dirty little secret. Blake remembered the feeling of watching them. It felt like all the air had gone out of the room, out of his lungs, out of his life. He had flown at Brian, screaming obscenities and crying while trying to hit every inch of him he could reach. The drag queen, who went by the so very unique name of Divine, tried to pull Blake off of the larger man. "What are you doing, you little freak? Do I know you?"
Blake stopped, turning to face Divine.
"You mean you have no idea who I am?" Divine shook his head, confusion etched in his features. "I'm...or, well, I thought I was, Brian's boyfriend."
Divine was shocked. He had had no idea. "Really? All these months, Brian...I thought we were meant to be." Divine stood, threw his drink in Brian's face, and walked away.
Blake turned to walk away, livid from head to toe. "Blake...Bshorty...wait. I can explain." Brian tried to grab his hand, his expression pleading.
"Brian, there is nothing you could possibly say that would make this alright. Now, I'm going to go home. I never want to see your face or hear from you ever again. Thanks for 3 years of lies." And he walked away.
And Brian never had tried to contact him again. From snippets of gossip Blake had heard, Brian was now living in a trailer park in the bad part of Seattle, with a bad meth habit and an even worse habit of one night stands with male prostitutes. Living well had been Blake's best revenge.
The sound of Chris clearing his throat behind him snapped Blake out of his reverie.
"You alright, man? You look...like someone stepped on your puppy." He stepped toward him, wrapping his arms around Blake's waist.
"Yeah, I'm alright. Just...walking down a not so pleasant memory lane." He spun around, kissing Chris lightly on the lips.
"Oh? Something I need to know about?" Chris arched his eyebrows, concerned now.
Blake squirmed, suddenly uncomfortable. He hadn't really intended to tell Chris about Brian, but he supposed he had to now.
"Well...um. See. I was with this guy, his name was Brian...for like, 3 years. We broke up in 2005. I caught him making out with some drag queen. Apparently they had been fucking around behind my back for a few months, and this guy had no idea I even existed. It...um, well it kind of broke me. For a long time. I even tried to pretend I was straight after that, dating girls and shit, yknow? I mean, this really fucked me up. And then I met you and all of a sudden I felt like I didn't have to pretend anymore...like I had found somebody who would never do that to me." He cast his eyes downward, embarrassed at his candidness.
Chris ran a hand down Blake's jaw line, his fingers caressing his face. "I would never do anything to hurt you, Blake. You're my best friend. This...us...it's all new to me. I've never felt like this about a guy before. I don't think I've even ever felt like this about a girl, before. And I...shit, I don't know. Just know I'm not Brian, ok? I'm Chris. Your Chris."
Blake smiled, reaching his hand behind Chris' head to pull him down for a kiss. "And I'm your Blake."